Chapter 2 - Preparing for Introductions
"REMUS! GET OUT OF THE SHOWER NOW! WE ARE RUNNING LATE!" roared Tonks, as she finally managed to get into the satin lilac dress Remus bought for her 6 months ago.
Tonks eyed herself in the mirror. 'Pitiful' her reflection replied. Being 8 months pregnant was not easy. Damn her husband, because of him, she looks like a DAMN house. Remus stepped out of their bathroom, his body dried, and his hair slightly wet touching the sides of his slightly scarred face. His eyes had a yellowish glow, that declared that the full moon was approaching. Remus slowly advanced on Tonks from behind, and began to shower her neck with feather like kisses. Tonks bit back a moan, as she frowned at him, which Remus returned with a smile of his own.
Tonks huffed "You did this to me." she said pointing to her overly large belly.
"Dora, I didn't do it myself." replied Remus squarely.
Tonks narrowed her eyes at him. "So now your implying that its my fault?" grit out Tonks, as she placed her hands on her hips.
Remus just smiled, by now he had gotten used to Tonks' mood shifts. He loved his wife dearly, and it amused him to see her angry most of the time. His yellowish eyes soon turned a darker color once he eyed his wife up and down. Remus lowered himself to Tonks' ears.
"A quickie before the wedding, love." purred Remus in Tonks' ear, which sent a aching shiver down Tonks' back.
Tonks nodded, and Remus took claim over Tonks' mouth. Tonks moaned as Remus' tongue explored her own, gently stroking every curve of her mouth. Remus' hand caressed from her shoulder blade down to her back, as he heard Tonks sigh softly. Tonks' began to rub on Remus' bare chest, slowly down to his white towel that was wrapped tightly around his waist. Remus continued kissing Tonks', from her mouth down to the curve of her neck, enticing moans from her. Her hands slowly untied the towel from his hips, and let the towel fall to the floor. His engorged member, came into her grasp, as Remus began pulling down the zipper of the dress that Tonks' wore. He slowly picked her up, and laid her down on the bed, slowly climbing on top of her. Remus slowly tore the rest of her dress from her body as he began to circle his tongue around the base of her nipples, causing her to grip the sheets tightly. While his mouth was on one nipple, his rough hands were rubbing and pinching the other.
Remus slowly began to work his way back up to claim Tonks' mouth when his eyes darted toward the watch. 'Shit' he murmured to himself, as he hastily entered Tonks without a warning which caused her moan at full volume. Remus began increasing his speed, as he claimed her mouth once more, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Thrust, after, thrust, until Remus felt a tightening in his groins, as he began to pump rapidly. He felt her walls tightening around his member, as a gasp escaped from his lips, as he felt Tonks burst, as Tonks let out a shriek. Realizing he couldn't hold it any longer, he came right after her, with a howl. Remus lay next to Tonks, holding her comfortingly as their eyes both darted towards clock, both swearing loudly as they hoped right out of bed.
Harry awoke from his slumber to a screaming Ginny, yelling something about 'Getting Dressed' and 'Wedding'. Suddenly he felt his warm cozy blankets begin snatched from him, without realizing, Harry held on to his blankets as his life depended on it. Then he heard her screech.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER! GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!" screeched Ginny, her face bright red.
Harry just groaned and fell back on to the pillow.
"NOW!" screeched Ginny. Harry jumped and ran toward the bathroom, swearing because he fell before he reached it. As he entered the bathroom he slammed the door which made Ginny yell even louder.
Ginny had woken up at 5:00 am and began cleaning the house, so after she came home from the wedding she wouldn't come home to a messy house. After she cleaned, she took out Harry's finest dress robes, and shoes. She magically ironed his dress robes, and his slacks, cooked breakfast, and for the past hour and a half she has been trying to wake up, but nothing. He refused to move. She tried nicely, and after no results, she had to scream. 'Men' she murmured darkly to herself. She often wondered how her mum handled 7 kids, plus her dad.
Ginny began to look for which dress to wear to the wedding. Its been a hectic morning and she didn't even get time to pick out her dress. Only thing she did for herself this morning was take a shower. She went toward her closet, and walked inside, looking for a sexy, yet elegant dress to wear to Hermione's wedding. She searched dress after dress, but nothing. She swore silently. She couldn't find anything that was perfect. Most of the dresses were too revealing, (A/N: Come on! She had boy wonder to please), while the others didn't suit the occasion. Finally after a good 30 minutes inside the closet, she pulled out a peach dress with spaghetti straps, made of silk, and flower printed lace on the sides. It was the perfect length, just reaching her knees. But she still wasn't satisfied. When she entered her bedroom, to change, a grin formed her lips as she saw her husband dressed, and smelling good. He looked absolutely delectable. He smiled, and waked toward her and tapped her lips with hers. Harry smiled knowingly once, he saw the dress Ginny was carrying. He slowly took the peach dress from Ginny's hands, and tossed it across, the room. Right when Ginny was about to retort angrily, Harry directed Ginny towards the bed (A/N: No, not another smut scene). On her bed, lay a beautiful golden dress. It had a halter straps, reaching just above her knees, showing a little bit of her lower thigh. Ginny was holding back tears, as embraced Harry, and pulled him into a longing kiss. Harry exited the room, leaving Ginny to get dressed, and do her make-up, while he enjoyed his hearty breakfast that was laid out for him. Harry was king. He couldn't be any happier.
Sirius was just finishing tying his tie, as he heard his wife step out of the bathroom. Dressed, but in her work clothes. Sirius quirked an eyebrow at her.
"Carrie hon, why are you dressed in your work robes?" asked Sirius, looking slightly put off, because they were running late this morning.
Carrie sighed. "They just owled me. Sorry Sirius, I can't make it to the wedding. I am needed at the Ministry now." said Carrie.
Sirius scowled. "Today is my godson's best friend's wedding. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" asked Sirius, his words dripping with anger.
"I work Sirius. My job is important to me, more than a little teenager's wedding. Its not as if its Harry's wedding." gritted Carrie, hands on her hips.
Sirius let out a bark of a laugh. "Yeah, your work is so important, choose it before your husband and everything else. Thank goodness we don't have any kids, because you would leave them too!" yelled Sirius.
"Well, if it wasn't for my job Mr. Black, you would still be inside that damned curtain!" yelled Carrie, bypassing Sirius' yells.
"You know what, DO WHAT YOU WANT. I don't have time for this rubbish." muttered Sirius, as he fixed his hair with his hands. Making sure it feel gracefully on his face, and shoulders.
"Yeah, that's all you think about, your damned self!" screeched Carrie.
Without a second glance toward Carrie, Sirius resigned their bedroom, slamming the door behind them, leaving his wife in tears.
Draco was smiling, for probably the first time in his life truly smiling. His mother stood next to him, looking equally as happy for her only son. At long last he found happiness.
After Voldemort mercilessly killed his father right in front of him, for his mistake at the Department of Mysteries. Draco withered, and screamed, but the Death Eaters held up him and forced him to watch as they tortured his father. Watching him begging, no, not for his life, no, but to spear Draco's. A tear slid down his eye, as he remembered his late father. Narcissa saw this but did not wipe the tears from her son's face. It's better to feel pain, than to act like it doesn't exist. Because the pain only makes you stronger.
Narcissa been through her share of pain. The Dark Lord, not only robbed her from her husband, also changed the man he once used to be. Lucius once, used to be a loving husband. He loved his wife, and his son dearly. But after falling into the webs of The Dark Lord, all that changed. He began abusing, the two people he loved more than anything. But that didn't stop both Narcissa and Draco to loving him, they both secretly hated the monster that caused this change in this once loving man. Without realizing it Narcissa had tears in her eyes. She quickly wiped them, and smiled proudly at Draco.
"I want you to be happy always." spoke Narcissa softly. As she kissed his cheek.
"I want you to always look ahead, never let your past ever confront you, and if it does, I want you to face it head on." whispered Narcissa trying to fight back tears that were threatening to escape her eyes. She kissed his other cheek.
"And this is from your father, him and I both love you very much." said Narcissa gently, as she finally kissed his forehead.
Draco bought his hands up to his mother's cheek, and gently wiped all the tears from her eyes.
"No more pain mum. I've learned enough." said Draco, as he was quickly pulled into his mother's embrace.
Hermione was seated the edge of the bed. Designers, Dress-Makers, and Make-Up artists surrounded her. A couple doing her hair, others doing her nails, one doing her make up, and the rest scurrying around looking for last minute adjustments. Hermione felt like a expensive doll. With no feelings, just plastic, and a shine of perfection that is simulated.
The idea of marriage was finally setting in, she realized that now that there was no back out. She accepted, and of the rest of her life she will be tied to Draco. She looked at marriage now, at some sort of enchantment, that ties two people together. Before, she looked at marriage as a bond of love that acknowledges the two sprits. Since Ron isn't here, Draco is the next best thing.
She knew in the back of her mind there were many doubts forming in her head. But she tried to put it aside. Draco loved her, more than anything else in the world. He was so patient with her, did everything in his power to get her out of the slump she dug herself in, and most of all he would do almost anything to make her happy. And happy is one feeling she hasn't yet experienced since the death on Ronald Weasley. A tear was fighting to escape her eye, but no, with all her will power she held it in. Hermione Granger, did her share of mourning, now, it's time for her to be happy, and with Draco Malfoy she will be.
A/N: Well, the wedding is in the next chapter, and after that we finally get started with the plot. Please tell me what you think. I have gotten many views but only two reviews, it would be nice to get more. Thanks guys.